As you’re a poor man, you can’t like or hate
A human third rank, you’re less than a dog
She ignores you, insults you, it’s you’re fate….
To be poor and your ways are full of fog
She cares for her dog, who cares if you’re late?
Who cares if you’re alive or died in a bog?
Sleep or not; well or ill… it’s same in rate
She won’t come although you will , long time, wait
* * *
Day after day, their money will increase
And your troubles with poverty increase too
You want peace and love, you often whisper please
They don’t care for peace, they always yell boo
You like to see her? You may her dog tease
Don’t you see your sky cloudy? But theirs blue
In winter you suffer from cold and freeze
But warmed, she grumbles from honey of bees
* * *
If you sicken, you won’t find helping hand
None holds you, in your chest all will stab sword
And if you die, they’ll insert you in sand
None puts rose on your grave, by all you’re gored
You’d lived alone without beloved or band
It’s your sad fate, it’s the will of your lord
Now you’re without grave stone, you’re lost in land
Like all beings you died, but you’ll still be grand
* * *

hi
thnx 4 ur msg but i need to hear ur comment about this poem ...is it good? is it bad? plz say any thing just show me ur point of view..
nice 2 hear about u and 2 know u r alive
c u and have good moments

first i'm so sorry koz i wasn't here
thnx all of u ... my friend aimee thank u very much about ur friendly words and u can ask me whatever u like
and thank u manar for ur lovely comment and u can post ur writings by pressing on nwtopic and then u can send wt ever u want if u had registered in this club
at last i like to thank my close friend sweet 4 her comments and caring 4 me
good luck

Finally I can join this and send you some comment. Well.. After I read this, I think it's good. From up to bottom you have nice word and it's easy to think. Even I don't really good to send you some comment.
Good job..

Hi again ! i this is a sad poem, was this poem about u or about anyone else?
Well noanimal is upper than a human, and besides u mentioned above, also a person is poor when he/she lacks of knowledge or feelings and thoughts... have a lovely day u 2 :)

humm Shakespear dont make me say names
the one who doesnt appreciate friendship and the one who just care about him/her and not about the others, and the one u mentioned in ur poem, the rich guy who thinks money is all in his life.

Respected Lara (Please ignore the above one)the one who doesnt appreciate friendship - That is True.the one who just care about him/her and not about the others- That is not true, Don't Hurry and decided. Then There is no difference in between you and me. I considered, you are really great one.

As Shakes told you should go for good things along with everybody except me(Bad thing).

I will not come anymore in the ring

I hope, Shakes may be forgive me in future

But I will read your(Shakes) forthcoming poems without your permission

As you’re a poor man, you can’t like or hate
A human third rank, you’re less than a dog
She ignores you, insults you, it’s you’re fate….
To be poor and your ways are full of fog
She cares for her dog, who cares if you’re late?
Who cares if you’re alive or died in a bog?
Sleep or not; well or ill… it’s same in rate
She won’t come although you will , long time, wait
* * *
Day after day, their money will increase
And your troubles with poverty increase too
You want peace and love, you often whisper please
They don’t care for peace, they always yell boo
You like to see her? You may her dog tease
Don’t you see your sky cloudy? But theirs blue
In winter you suffer from cold and freeze
But warmed, she grumbles from honey of bees
* * *
If you sicken, you won’t find helping hand
None holds you, in your chest all will stab sword
And if you die, they’ll insert you in sand
None puts rose on your grave, by all you’re gored
You’d lived alone without beloved or band
It’s your sad fate, it’s the will of your lord
Now you’re without grave stone, you’re lost in land
Like all beings you died, but you’ll still be grand
* * *

now i try to remember my old poems
really i forget some of them
regards